My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1001: He’s a Madman
As long as he said it wasn’t him, as long as he explained properly, she would believe him. Hurry up and say it, she begged him to explain quickly.
Third Young Master Jun looked down at her face, full of pain and pleading, and his indifferent heart ached violently as if his very heart was being gouged out. He truly didn’t want to make her sad; seeing her in pain, he was even more pained than she was.
Yet, the edges of hatred swept through the depths of his eyes...
He stretched out his cold, bony fingers, tilted her chin up, and gently caressed her eyes filled with anticipation.
But the words that came out of his mouth were the cruelest, shattering Ye Lu’s illusions in an instant. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"Ye Lu, when did you also start to harbor such unrealistic fantasies? You’ve seen it, haven’t you?"
Ye Lu’s face, which was being lifted, suddenly lost all its color, turning deathly pale. She fell to the ground, sitting there in a daze, looking at him.
Was he... admitting it?
Admitting that he had killed Old Ling?
Her breathing suddenly became stagnant, her chest felt as though it was filled with chunks of ice, sending shivers through her.
"Was it you who killed Old Ling?" She still couldn’t believe it and asked again, hoping against hope.
"Yes." Third Young Master Jun withdrew his hand, his voice void of ripples, calm to the point of aloofness.
Listening to his indifferent voice, Ye Lu closed her eyes in sorrow, slowly stood up, her voice suddenly turning fierce, and her gaze as cold as lightning, questioning him for the third time.
"Did you really kill him?"
Third Young Master Jun looked up at her, his voice detached, "Old Ling was killed by me."
Slap, a fierce slap landed heavily on his face, the proud and handsome visage turning slightly from the blow.
"You heinous murderer, why did you do this? What grudge did you hold against Old Ling that you had to kill him so cruelly?"
Ye Lu roared at him with a voice torn with grief, her eyes overflowing with tears and indignation. She had put all her strength into that slap, and her hand trembled from the force, her heartbreak magnified.
It was really him. He was the one who had killed Old Ling.
"His existence clashed with my interests, he stood in my path. Anyone who blocks my way, Jun Huang, I will eliminate one by one," said Third Young Master Jun, a clear mark of the slap on his face, his voice however, bloodthirsty and cold.
Ye Lu looked at him as if he were a madman.
Ling Yan was her friend. Old Ling never had any dispute with him. How could he be so cold-blooded and ruthless, killing an innocent person just over a clash of interests? And after doing such a thing, not a hint of regret showed on his face, sitting here so calmly and indifferently, waiting for her confrontation.
He was a madman; he was completely insane.
"You’re a madman, a devil without humanity. You killed my friend’s grandfather. I will never forgive you," Ye Lu’s angry eyes blazed with flames, her disappointment in Third Young Master Jun reaching its peak. She could not accept this side of him.
She turned her head in despair and awkwardly walked towards the door of the study.
Tears rolled down, and her heart was filled with sorrow; she felt guilty towards Ling Yan and Ling Xiu—it was him who had killed their grandfather.
What should she do? What could she do?
Weakening as she walked downstairs, no matter what, she could no longer stay here.
But as she reached the bottom of the stairs and tried to leave the living room, she was blocked by a robust and resolute figure. A man named Lie Feng stood in front of her like an iron tower.
"Third Young Master’s orders, you cannot leave the villa!" His voice was flat and monotonous.
"Move, let me leave..." Ye Lu yelled in rage, trying to push past him, but the man was unbelievably strong; she couldn’t even budge one of his fingers.
